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(no subject) [Apr. 14th, 2009|09:00 am]
[Tell me now how do I feel? | melancholy]
[Raping my speakers |Elliott Smith]

"... I shambled after as I've been doing all my life after the people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centrlelight pop and everybody goes 'Awww!'"

I will miss you, Tardis.
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<3 [Jan. 15th, 2009|06:04 pm]
Rest In Peace, Julia.
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(no subject) [Dec. 15th, 2008|12:01 pm]
[Tell me now how do I feel? |awake]
[Raping my speakers |Cut Copy.]


This is my year... )</div>



And recently. Peaceful.

 

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Take me up, high high above.... [Oct. 6th, 2008|11:21 am]
[Current Location |The mattress near the mannequin.]
[Raping my speakers |"M.E.X.I.C.O" - The Kills]

It's Friday, and my feet are on the ground. I'm steady, stable, headstrong, but counting down the seconds 'til take off. It's the blue that I taste under my tongue. T minus fifteen, and I can feel my back involuntarily arch a little. My stomach feels like a stone has been dropped into it, and it's slowly sinking into the lining, making a home for the next few hours. Legs are tingling, and I clutch onto the arm nearest mine.

"I'm feeling alright..."

I order another drink, sipping and enjoying the slightly metallic, blank taste. Running my fingers down my soft arm, I lick my lips. Not long now. Strap myself in and offer my friends a place. They buy their ticket, take the ride. We're golden and young, we're kissing for fun and we'll never stay too long.

"Fuck."

"Mmm."

"Let's go for a walk?"

We make our exit and walk baby steps down the side streets, only going as fast as the highest heels. The lights catch on my eyelashes and the world shines. I'm god, I'm sin, I'm perfect and completely unstoppable. Pulse pulse pulse, I'm just blood and beauty and tuned in to the voices next to me. We go so slowly, and time is distorted at regular intervals. I'm thinking, I'm thinking about everything, about the people I know and who I want to sit and touch and talk with for the next two hours.

All this innocence, and you would think the night would be the wrong place for it. No, it's just our poorly lit weekend playground. Absorbing everything before the moment dies.

"Things are strange... can we leave?"

We do just that, and barely remember the next leg of the journey, choosing to come to at the door. 

Inside, and I breathe in deep - the air goes straight to the far corners of my brain, the ones I can't/won't/don't dare use in daylight. I'm flying and the music playing next to me is crawling into my ear, grasping on for dear life and begging me to take it on this trip. I see blue and open my eyes wide, drinking it in.

"I just went to another astral plane, but my other self was already up there waiting for me. I had to come back down because I knew that if I didn't, I would be stuck there forever and I would never see you again."

My feet hit the ground with a deafening thud. I close my eyes.



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I need to write something. [Jul. 22nd, 2008|12:38 pm]
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[Tell me now how do I feel? | crappy]

A) People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs & replace any question that they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves.

B) Tag 8 people to do this quiz & those who are tagged cannot refuse. These people must state who they were tagged by & cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by. Continue this game by sending it to other people.

I tag: drshley, punkerthanvomit, nollykin, frupachino, cholasthehedge, kif_has_spoken, maltrick and math_shoe.

1. Which celebrity would you like to meet and why?
Dead? Edie Sedgwick, I want to give her hugs and then party with her. Alive? Trent Reznor, it would be nice to sit down for a chat with him and have tea and crumpets.

2. What do you do before bedtime?
Wash my face (most nights, unless I'm drunk/off tap), brush my teeth.

3. What is your favorite thing to do on a cold winter's night?
Watch bad TV. Have a hot shower and jump into bed with someone pretty. Drink searing hot black coffee or chai tea, no milk at all.

4. What is the city of your dreams and why?
Even though it's not a city, probably somewhere like Newtown where I can find incredible clothes, eat delicious food and have a bar within about 10 metres walking distance at all times. It's the type of place where you DON'T feel like a pretentious git drinking a coffee and reading/writing for hours on end. You just feel sort of average.

5. Are you an introvert or extrovert?
Extreme introvert until you get to know me. Once I am comfortable with you, I'm very extroverted. I'm a shy person in general, sometimes I cover it up by joking about myself.

6. What gets you through those hard times?
Making plans. Fixing my hair. Doing a perfect make up. Drawing. Taking a "mental health day" from work. Drinking a coffee. Going on epic walks. Shopping.

7. Do you trust easily?
No. I can feel comfortable with people, but I don't trust unless they're very close to me or we share similar attributes.

8. What are your plans for the future?
Today - sit down with Haley and have proper talks. After that - find work doing make up full time. Get the fuck out of my sales job. Look better. Use my brain for the first time in about five years.

9. Is there anything that has made you unhappy these days?
My body, my job, and how helpless and depressed I feel because of them.

10. Do you have a good body-image?
See above - no. I feel ok at my safe weight, but if I go over that I go into meltdown mode. It happened this week and made me realise that I'm not quite equipped to deal with some things, no matter how well I think I'm going. A couple of years ago I was on track to feeling good about myself. I was bigger, but I felt pretty sometimes and didn't really care how much I weighed.

11. Is being tagged fun?
I wasn't, I stole this ;)

13. Who are currently the most important people to you?
Shlee, Dubs, Haley (Otter!! :D).

14. What kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is?
I stole it from dizzy_jezz. If I had to describe her.. I'd say serene, witty (oh my god your Seek post nearly made me fall over from laughter), and mysterious (but that could be because I don't see you very often!).

15. What’s the last song that got stuck in your head?
That fischerspooner song because I was watching Lasagna Cat.

16. What’s your favorite item of clothing?
My cherry dress, my leopard coat, my new zipper boots :D, my skirt with suspenders, my dark red dress that Shlee bought me and my midnight blue party dress.

17. What's better: to give or to receive?
My rule of thumb - give what I can and what feels natural. I receive the same sort of thing from others.

18. What's the first thing you notice in people?
It sounds awful and lame and completely hippy-ish, but whether or not I get a good vibe from them. After that come the superficial things (which, whether I like it or not, probably influence the vibe I get from people). I notice facial characteristics more since studying make up.

19. Would you have 100% safe sex with a stranger for $10,000,000?
I'd need more information on the circumstances.

20. How often do you eat dinner out a week?
I rarely eat dinner.

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(no subject) [Apr. 6th, 2008|08:47 pm]
Again, thoughts:

- This essay doesn't have to be a masterpiece. It's just about communication in the makeup industry. But damned if it's not going to be the best job I can do on it right now.

- No Country for Old Men is freaking awesome. Javier Bardem is the creepiest mofo ever. He's so pale, pale like me. We would be twins, but he is about 7 feet tall and prefers denim jackets to dresses. I still prefer "There Will Be Blood", though.

- It is very difficult to find black makeup/hairdressing capes. Anyone know where I can locate these bad boys?

- I hope this Monday means a new start.

- Shlee is too good for me.
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Bob Log: Ruining your relationship since 2007. [Feb. 29th, 2008|08:17 pm]
[Current Location |Shlee's.]
[Raping my speakers |Mindless Self-Indulgence (thinking of going to Soundwave tomorrow just for them)]

So. A post. WOAH. WOWSERS.

I'm alone in this house tonight. I didn't feel like going out, I have a splitting headache. I don't feel like drinking, I'm cutting down on drugs, and I don't want to go out sober. So here I am.

Shlee is at Bob Log tonight. For those who are not familiar, he's the man who instructs you to get your tits out and put them in scotch (ref. "Boob Scotch"). Bob Log and I have a history together. He doesn't know it yet, but he ruins relationships. I plan to hunt this man down and tell him this one day. But, y'know. Not tonight. I don't think I could do it sober.

The drama started in June last year. Shlee and I had been having some "Iss-ews". I decided that a night in with him would be a really nice way to start patching things up, so I made the 45 minute trip into town to see him. We met up and he told me he wanted to go out. I got annoyed, I had already told him that I just wanted it to be a night in with the two of us. After about 5 minutes of debate, he agreed, and we decided to head back to his. He then received a perfectly timed phone call - someone telling him that Bob Log was on that night. $10 at Jive. Shlee told me this, and said "he won't be coming back for a while" I said "yes, he will" (LOLZ HE IS BACK HERE 7 MONTHS LATER U SILLY I AM RITE). I told him in a few more words that it was "him or me".

I must be fairly shit. He chose Bob Log. I broke up with Shlee the next day. We got back together a week later, but I am still bitter.

I really don't fucking understand what's great about Bob Log. Oh yar, I get the novelty and all. But if I wanted novelty I would sit on youtube and watch the Bollywood recreation of Thiller. Incidentally,

http://youtube.com/watch?v=TtJRNyPK-lc

OH MY GOD that shit is funny.

I still maintain that the Wii also ruins relationships. Ugh.

I apologise for this angry, angry entry. I am grumpy, and lately I am not really sure what to do with myself. If I was honest/wrote LJ entries that meant something then maybe that would help.

I am really, really shit at acknowledging what is going on.

Really.
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End of year entry. You knew it was coming. [Dec. 31st, 2007|03:45 am]
[Tell me now how do I feel? | contemplative]
[Raping my speakers |Nada.]

Last year ended with self-assurance. I was confident in my identity, the path I planned to take in life, and the steps I needed to take to get there.

Things went a little haywire this year and I wasn't able to maintain that all the time. Winter of this year ranks up there with the most difficult parts of my life I have had to face (why do I always relapse in winter?). Spring brought more difficulties, but I was tough and got through them, albeit slightly unsettled.

But I'm still here. I'm still breathing. I haven't completely lost control, and whenever I DID lose control, those things lead to better things.

Here are some things I did this year that made it very special

- Learned that it is completely futile putting a label on myself. Putting restrictions on myself never works either. I have relaxed a little about some things.

- Met some incredible people and got to live with them for a few months. The bat cave will live on in our hearts!

- Saw some pretty amazing bands. In chronological order - Tool, The Presets (twice), Peaches, The Butterfly Effect, Gomez, Nine Inch Nails, The Cure, Marilyn Manson, Muse, Daft Punk. OH, and the trips to Melbourne for NIN and Daft Punk will always remain in my mind.

- Held down a full time job while adjusting to new medication, and even won the sales tally last month.

- Went out a lot more, and I now have work buddies to drink with.

- Got rid of all my hair!!!!!

- Most importantly, I fell gut-wrenchingly, head over heels in love. You all know who I am talking about :)



Here are my wishes for next year:

- To be happy in love.

- To see my friends more often! I am sorry I have been terrible at catching up with you all (except on Saturday nights, which don't count as much) but next year I am going to try and fix that.

- To write, draw and read more.

- For all of YOU to be happy.


I have evolved a little bit this year. Just a little bit. Appearance-wise, here is a comparison.



You can't change yourself overnight. You can't force yourself to do it. You can't make the rules and expect to stick with them if it's restricting aspects of your lifestyle you're not ready to let go of yet. Feel the flow. Evolve. Look back in satisfaction when you can give a big "fuck you" to all the things that have been dragging you down.

2007, you have been a rollercoaster ride of a year.

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(no subject) [Dec. 19th, 2007|07:08 pm]
What is your favourite memory of me?
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Daft Punk. The Presets. Dumplings. Interweb friends. Gambling. [Dec. 17th, 2007|06:58 pm]
[Tell me now how do I feel? | lonely]
[Raping my speakers |None.]

MELBOURNE.



An end of year post coming soon. Watch for it. It's important.


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Give in. The first in a long time. [Nov. 13th, 2007|03:30 pm]
[Tell me now how do I feel? |creative]

You have me by the throat, you are my favourite vice. You are chalk bones that keep me standing, the tiny pins that pinch skin but don't draw blood.
You are the sweet force keeping me in line, a veil (that often tears and shows the burns and dreams I keep for show)
for sleep, my quiet side.
She does retire, and hibernate.

And you do not try, but you keep me up for weeks with my hand pressed to my head, searching for a pulse and words that never show.

You came to me this evening. I was writhing in a skin that's not what it's supposed to be. You came to me and told me that, no matter how I twist and turn, I will never get out. You told me that the hook in my back had fused with my flesh. I didn't know. I always hated the mirror. Touching my shoulder gently, you whispered;
"It's over. You know the thrills you feel are false.
The love you feel is a lie
and the highs you get will never last.
Those streets are grey, weren't ever gold."
I clasped your and and dug what was left of my nails in. The bitten edges snag against your white skin. You do not wince, only put your arms around me tightly.
"It's ok," you hum, "you were never going to win. Submit to it. Give in. Acquiesce, little girl. Come home."

The evening terrors are the worst. There is enough light to see they are real.
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Manson picwhoring. [Oct. 12th, 2007|10:30 am]
[Raping my speakers |The sweet sound of customers calling us.]

THE DAILY FUNNY...



Last minute Manson ticket? $150. His face? Priceless.

More photos under the cut...
A few... )


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(no subject) [Sep. 27th, 2007|03:39 pm]







Now everything is clear
I erase the fear
I can disappear
(please) I don't ever want to make it stop.





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(no subject) [Sep. 17th, 2007|03:38 pm]
Please just let me be someone else.

Please.
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Grip like a vice! [Jul. 31st, 2007|10:26 am]
[Tell me now how do I feel? | contemplative]
[Raping my speakers |"Grip Like A Vice" - The Go! Team]

I'm back from the dead/land without Internet/working 7 days a week/moving house.

This means I actually have a little bit of free time (OH MY GOD, WHAT IS THAT???) so I decided to spend it wisely and report back here. Yes, wisely. Wisely. I'm much happier than I was at the time of the last entry. The mistakes I referred to have mostly been fixed. The biggest one has, anyway, and yeah. It makes me smile. 

Soph took this picture the other night at Shotz. It surprised me - it's one of the few where I'm not looking down/hiding/wanting to disappear. It occurred to me that I've been a little more confident lately. I'm still reclusive and self-conscious, but not painfully so. Here is the photo (featuring the beautiful Steph!)



JO'S CORNER WHERE SHE TALKS ABOUT THINGS THAT WERE HYPED LATELY THAT SHE DECIDED TO EXPERIENCE (Note: May not be a corner so much as a couple of paragraphs of text on a screen)

- Harry Potter.



- The Impsons Simpsons Movie. Far more enjoyable than I had anticipated. I laughed a LOT, which is always a good sign when the movie you are watching is in the comedy genre. The Bart/Flanders sub-plot was a really good one, I think. 

I'm living in Blackwood on my own, now. It's pretty fantastic most of the time. I'm near Ye Olde Blackwood Crew, I'm near trains, I'm near Bubba's Pizza (I just find it amusing that the name is Bubba) which I've yet to try. ANYONE WANT TO TRY BUBBA'S PIZZA WITH ME? Of course you do. "Bubba's Pizza" sounds like a DVD we'd stock at work.

The funniest DVD titles I've encountered at work so far? "The Gapes of Wrath" rates pretty highly, as do "Taco Flavoured Kisses" and "Say Aloha to my A-Hola". "I Want to Fuck You In the Toilet" also gets a mention because of its straightforward nature.

That's all for now. As a wise man once said, "Life is white, and I am black". Definitely. Me too.

END COMMUNICATION.

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(no subject) [Jun. 27th, 2007|11:18 am]

I've made so many mistakes lately. I'm afraid that I'll keep fucking up and drive myself in deeper. I want everything to go back to the way it was two months ago. I'm having trouble coping. 

I try to just block things out because they're too painful to think of, but they just come back. It's really consuming and I haven't been this upset in ages.

I want to feel pretty for once.

I want to feel smart, funny, social, motivated and kind; I feel really empty right now.

I'm waiting for something to come along and help me up, get me back on my feet, stop my awful habits. I know I can only do it myself, though.


This is really hurting. I'm an idiot.

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NIN? More like, BEST. [May. 30th, 2007|04:28 pm]
[Current Location |Netlan.]

This post took far too long to... post. 

I'm very sorry that this will mainly be picwhoring. I'm at Netlan with a lack of money and time. 

I went to Melbourne a couple of weeks ago. I saw Nine Inch Nails. Twice. I had the time of my life, and I wish I could go back there. I took a shitload of photos, unfortunately my camera decided to wipe most of them from my memory card. Shlee is going to try to get them back, I think. Go team Shlee. Here are the ones that survived the great photoloss of 2007:



I like my job at the moment. It's the quietest job I've ever had, and I like it that way; it gives me time to read, draw and watch absolute shit on TV. This is what I do most of the day...

I changed my hairstyle PROPERLY for the first time since I was about 15. No more side fringe. No more hair in my face, really. It's a big step for me. I rely on hiding behind my hair, and I can't do that anymore. Probably for the best.



I miss you kids, the ones who keep me sane. I need you right now, I think. My parents have cut off contact with me, with the exception of the typed letter I received in the mail the other week. Ummmmmmmmmmm... that's all.

Sorry.

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Life is awesometastic. [Apr. 24th, 2007|03:27 pm]
[Tell me now how do I feel? | blank]
[Raping my speakers |"Life On Mars" - David Bowie]

Check it out, yo.

Cut, because it pisses off friends pages. )
This was in the Sunday Mail on... well, Sunday. Tim's uncle wrote and directed a new film, "Noise". We went to one of those "Meet the director" sessions at Nova cinemas, and when we were going upstairs, a photographer asked if she could take our picture. We were all "YA LOLZ"* and she was all "LOLZ COOL"**, and she was all "LOOK LYK UR LAFFING, LAWWWL"***.

* - We weren't all "YA LOLZ"
** - I'm pretty sure people who work at the Sunday Mail don't say "LOLZ", although I can't wait for the day when I open it and a big fat headline saying "HITLER RETURNS FROM DEAD, LOLZ HAD BY ALL" is there. Best.
*** - She did, indeed, tell us to look like we were laughing. The movie was not a comedy.

To conclude, I feel sick from eating too many marshmallows, Shlee has a cool silhouette, and waking up at 6am isn't so bad when you get pretty sunrises.
Again, minimal piss off-age. )
IN OTHER NEWS, I have a new job. Here comes the guessing game (does NOT apply to those who already know)... what IS my new job? Possible candy bar to those who get it correct. Possible candy bar? Let's upgrade that to definite.

OH DEAR, I really really should stop eating these marshmallows. But they are so. Friggin'. Tasty.

Other matters of interest?

- I broke out in a rash over my entire body. Well, most of it. I went to the doctor to find out what it was. "It's a viral rash", he said, "I've seen heaps of these lately. Just bathe in some pinetarsol (pretty much just pine oil) and wait for it to go away." When I got back home, many MANY jokes about VD were made. Many.

- DISNEY: the stuff of wholesomeness and joy. And Nazis. Have a look...

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A task for you. [Mar. 31st, 2007|10:11 am]
[Raping my speakers |The music of the nerds in Netlan.]

If you are reading this, tell me one thing you like about yourself. It will cheer you up, and I'd like to see the good traits that you recognise in yourselves. It doesn't have to be something big. It can be physical or emotional. I'll get you started -

My ability to pull myself together after things are going badly.
My right ear because it sticks out.
My stubbornness (a blessing and a curse, I suppose).


Go for it. Have a think - if you can't come up with anything, I'll tell you what I like about you.


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The best birthday I have ever had in my entire life. [Mar. 28th, 2007|11:32 am]
[Raping my speakers |"Survivalism" - Nine Inch Nails]

What a change from my last entry! Life gave me a swift kick to the cunt, told me to get up and stop being a sad panda, then handed me a nice plate of delicious goods. Delicious METAPHORICAL goods.

Last weekend was my birthday. I turned 20. Thankyou everyone who sent me birthday cheer or just joined me for a chat/dance/hug in the city. YOU are what made my weekend great. I was surrounded by people I love, new friends and old friends. 

Highlights? I'm glad you asked!

- People who made a massive effort to turn up, i.e. Adam who had a cold (also Adam, if you're reading this, thankyou for yours and Ali's awesome present.)

- Vodka. Vodka vodka vodka. I didn't have to pay for any of it (except one maybe? I forget). All of my booze and drugs were free. Voted best? I think yes.

- Smiddy to the girl in the gutter in pink who was crying - "HEYYYYOUWANNAPARTYWITHUS???"

- Some guy's jacket. It had like, grip on the elbows. WHO NEEDS GRIP ON THEIR JACKET ELBOWS? Someone who does a lot of extreme things, no doubt.

- Dancing with some of my favourite people in the entire world.

- Brittany dressing up as me. Best. Costume. Ever.

- The bus driver who said "That's cool guys, no drinking on the bus, but hey, I won't tell anyone if you don't spill anything!!"

- A deep and meaningful with Smiddy that neither of us remembered much of the next morning.

- Knowing that my weekend was just so fucking brilliant that I ended up in hospital the next night. Seriously, there was no other way to end it. Apparently I had a stomach infection (the doctors told me to stop drinking on an empty stomach.... NEVARRRRRR!) and they hooked me up to a drip for three hours. I got some great painkillers. Poor Dubs took me there and stayed awake til 4:30am even though he had uni the next day.

Here are some photos. Yes, birthdays warrant picwhoring.


Brittany as me!


"WHO WANTS CAKE??" No one did until the next day.


Dubs wins.




Red. Lots of red. 


Dubs, me, the very handsome Jickle (ladies, he's single!!!) and the gorgeous Laura.


Matilda is absolutely beautiful. 


So is Laura.


James looks like such a killing machine here that I can hardly bear it!


Jickle, Laura, Podgy, Me, James, Dubs, Louis. Best.


Todd has excellent eyebrows.



Duncan, one of my favourite new friends. LOOKIT THE ANGER.


But, like, now it's cool. He's happy.


The luscious lips and awesome new hairstyle of Elle.


HAHAHAHAHAHAHA so fucked.


Rhea and Shlee. Gorgeous people.


Hehehe, likewise Sally and Zeke.


Earlier in the night. If you read Smiddy's t-shirt it insults you.


Shlee and me. HAR HAR I MADE A RHYME.


Vesely. He sure can drink!


The Smid and I again. We sure can pose!



Also THANKYOU Jezz for season 4 of the L Word! I'm enjoying it very much, except Jenny. Please, shut up Jenny. Now.

Everyone come out again this weekend!! I want a repeat performance.

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